[Intro]

So, white people are guests in hip-hop, huh?

White people are guest in black music

What the fuck is black music?

Music isn't a color, music is a fuckin' sound!

[Verse 1]

You call me guest in my own house, bitch, I pay the mortgage

But, I guess this ain’t my home, now, who you think support this, huh?

White people, yup, that’s right, people

You tryina scare me off, 'cause you scared that I might beat ya

[Verse 2]

Man, this so fuckin' stupid, hoopin' was made by a white man

I guess Michael Jordan is a guest there, then, right, man?

Right, Can-non, Nick? Guess you think you fuckin' slick

Guess again, you fuckin' prick, must not know who you fuckin' with

[Verse 3]

Music colorless, it comes from within, it’s like a ghost

But, I don’t expect you to get that, 'cause the shit you spit's a joke

Stick to comedy, on your knees, suck Hollywood off some more

Funny shit is you the whitest black dude that I fucking know

[Bridge]

Woah, why is he so mad?

Woah, go ask DJ Vlad?

Woah, here I go, I’m on my white shit, right, Nick?

Bro, rap is frickin' cool, I should try it

Nah, rap is for us black folks, just keep on buyin it, and keep it quiet, cracker

Fuck! I was gonna say, you just called me a crack--

I don't have the rhythm to catch up, now

I'm fuckin' behind the beat, this the hook goes, and fuck, I'm so white!

[Verse 4]

So comfortable on beats, I might go bucket naked to the lab

Put my life in writin', why you think it’s called a fuckin' pad?

Fuck you, racists sayin' I’m a guest in rap, 'cause I ain’t black

I ain’t bad, for a white guy, yeah, you could kiss my ass

[Verse 5]

I ain’t bad for the greatest rapper, on the fuckin' Earth

What’s it matter what color my mom and dad were at my birth?

You can eat a big fat bowl of dick, if you think that my bars

Don’t belong in rap, 'cause my skin color don’t match Lord Jamar’s

[Bridge]

Becky, Becky, oh my gosh, why is he talkin' so harsh?

Why doesn’t he feel like slavery is all his fuckin' fault?

Probably 'cause it’s fuckin' not, I just dropped a video with a noose in it

And, I had to YouTube how to tie the knot

So, you know, like, clearly, I am fuckin', like

Expert, CEO, boss of KKK level racist, when I have to YouTube how to

Fuck it, you fuckin' morons

[Verse 6]

Man, rap has always been my crib, way before M-TV Cribs

Now, you steamin' 'cause my streamin' money payin' for my crib

But, hey, I didn’t earn it, right? And, I don’t deserve the right

To write lyrics, with a hand that’s white, and cry about my perfect life

[Verse 7]

So, what’s the purpose right? What’s the point to bring this up, man?

'Cause, I ain’t a guest, here, this the house that I grew up in

I’m sure people mad, but fuck all that, I got enough friends

Tell 'em, "Zip it," 'fore they get evicted, "Pay yo' fuckin' rent"

[Verse 8]

'Cause, I’m about to get it in, home-boy, I’m about to get it in

All you talking bout is skin, fuck-boy, quit talkin' 'bout my skin

I’m so fuckin' comfortable, you fuckin' know this where I live

Guess you thought that I was just a guest around here, guess again